215 Lexington Ave Novels & Stories

I joked, tossing a couch pillow her way. On our way , I called my parents to fill them in on my job, and they were super excited and proud of me. They wished me luck! When Lila pulled up in front of Walton Apex Capital, she turned to me and asked if I was ready. I told her I was more than ready, taking a deep breath. She smiled and said, 'That's my girl!' As I got out of the car, I watched Lila drive off and looked up at the tall glass building in front of me. Walton Apex Capital was a sleek fifty-five-story tower made of steel and glass, reflecting the morning sunlight and standing proudly in the Manhattan skyline..

The guest suite that Alexander had arranged for Lila was on the fourteenth floor of a private residence building on the Upper West Side, one of three properties he maintained across the city under subsidiary company names, properties whose connection to him required several layers of corporate documentation to establish and which were therefore, for all practical purposes, invisible to anyone without the resources to look deeply enough.

She didn’t show it, but her own heart always skipped a beat whenever she met someone who truly loved her friend’s books. ***** Chrysler Building, 37th floor, Lexington Avenue, one of the most iconic buildings in New York City. This was where Jessica Lopez’s office was located. She had eight staff members: two accountants, two in marketing, two in the creative department, one personal assistant, and one personal secretary. The office wasn’t large, but it was stylish and elegant, perfectly matching the personality of the famous author. Her personal office was situated in the loft area of the main floor.

Now I was back, stronger, sharper, ready to take back what was mine. The car pulled up to a gleaming glass tower on the Upper East Side. I recognized it from my research, The Apex, one of the most exclusive residential buildings in Manhattan. Penthouses started at twenty million. Of course Vanessa lived here. I stepped out, smoothing down my jacket. The doorman was already approaching. "Name?" "Mabel James. I have an appointment with Ms. Latham." He checked his tablet. "ID, please." I handed over my driver's license. He scanned it, then nodded. "Take the private elevator to the penthouse. Ms. Chen will meet you."

The address in the anonymous message led Emily to a quiet brownstone in the West Village—narrow streets lined with ivy-covered brick, gas lamps flickering like they belonged to another century. The building number matched exactly: 47 Bleecker Street. A discreet brass plaque beside the door read Private Residence – No Solicitors. She paid the cab driver in cash, told him not to wait, and stood on the sidewalk staring up at the fourth-floor windows. One light was on—warm, golden, spilling through half-drawn curtains.

Thirty something minutes later, her chauffeur informed her of their arrival to the location and Luci took a deep breath before glancing at the tall building in front of them. Popular for no other reason than the fact that the best lawyers in the city could be found in the complex building, It had of course made Sixth Avenue a popular one in the city. Lucianda did not have an appointment and so she was not expected, but she was not planning to let that deter her. She only hoped the person she was coming to see would be on seat.

It’s a small price to pay in exchange for my dignity. I turn it on, the screen glowing as it boots up. It’s a lot fancier than the phone that met the floor of the Norbury packhouse- the latest model with all the bells and whistles. As I scroll through the pre-loaded apps, I realize that there’s already a contact programmed in. Chase.

I just furrowed in confusion. "Shall we?" Zach proposed. "Please. Or else, my Mom will literally cut my head off." Chloe said in horror. Zach and I looked at each other and then we both chuckled. * * * * * * * We arrived at The Lexington Avenue Armory in New York City, one of the popular and prestigious fashion show venues here in NYC, VIP style. The place is full of spotlights, paparazzi and celebrities, truly one star studded event. "I'll go ahead, Mom's gonna kill me!" Chloe hurriedly went out of the car and made her way to the participant's entrance.

“But for different reasons than you think.” “I bet,” Norah added with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The elevator opened into the private residential floor, where he and Yari had suites, and guest accommodations were made available to other family members. There was a private gym and indoor pool here, a dining lounge offering the best view in Manhattan. Leone’s suite was on the right. But before opening his door, he paused in the foyer and indicated the large portrait on the wall. She looked at him, not understanding whose portrait it was.

He looks around her, he's deeply focused on everything, he likes her, and if he's having a good time, Alek and I are too. The other point, when the time is almost around noon, is Fifth Avenue, this is the most famous and commercial street to visit in New York. This large avenue, which crosses the city from north to south, is full of shops, some luxurious such as Tiffany & Co, known for the “Breakfast at Tiffany's” scene, and others more popular such as the Apple or Disney store. These most exclusive stores are concentrated between 34th Street and 59th Street, I insist that Alek walk through that section just to see the windows. I know I could ask him to buy me anything he falls in love with,